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Save Me, Doctor: Part 5: Doctor Who/Supernatural Fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: Possibly season six of both shows.


"He's, er, well." The Doctor paused, glancing at Amy and Rory. "It would be better if we show you."
Dean sighed in irritation. "All right, fine. Lead the way."
"Before you go," Bobby interrupted, "take these with you." He placed four glass bottles on the desk, each full of a clear liquid. "You can't kill the thing but no one said anything about holy water."
"Thanks, Bobby," Sam said, striding over to pick up the bottles.
"Now, get outta my sight, will you?" Bobby said, shooing them out of his house with undertones of affection.

Sam pocketed two of the bottles and handed the other two to Dean, who did the same as he motioned for the Doctor to start moving. The Doctor nodded and headed out of the front door with a wave of gratitude to Bobby who, half-heartedly returned the favor. The other four were on his heels, following him out into the dirt-filled air. Rory kept Amy close to him, her hand in his, and kept wary eyes on the back of Dean's head as they walked. The Doctor walked through the towers of cars toward the large sign that had greeted them when they arrived. When he passed it, he stopped without warning to the surprise of Sam and Dean. The brothers walked right into him, the three of them stumbling to keep their balance as the Doctor almost toppled over. Amy and Rory, being more aware of their surroundings, stopped before they joined the wreck.
"Dude!" Dean complained, wondering why he'd been forced to stop so suddenly.

It was then that he looked up over the Doctor's head to see the wall of blue in front of them. A blue box was parked in their path but Dean didn't know what it was. He figured out from the writing on the top that it had something to do with the police and phones. A police box with a phone. He just wasn't sure what it was doing in front of Bobby's yard.
"Is this is a piece of scrap for Bobby?" Dean thought aloud.
"A PIECE OF SCRAP!?" the Doctor shouted, turning to face him and clearly affronted.
"What? Is this thing yours?"

"It is very much mine and it is not even close to a piece of scrap! She may fall apart from time to time but I can always put her back together," he ranted, talking very expressively with his hands.
"Doctor," Amy tried to interrupt.
"She's over one millennium old! She's in great shape!"
"DOCTOR!"
"What!? Oh, sorry. This is NOT scrap, she's the TARDIS. She's my ship."
"Ship?" Dean was thoroughly confused.
"Wait, ship as in spaceship?" Sam asked incredulously, his expression matching his tone.
"Spaceship and time machine," the Doctor corrected quite proudly. "TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."
"Just how crazy are you?" Dean asked.
"Why don't you come inside and have a look for yourself? Our possessed friend is in here."
"All of us in there? It's a broom closet," Dean criticized.
"I think we'll all fit," the Doctor commented as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Amy and Rory walked in after him without hesitation and left the door open as an invitation to the Winchesters. Sam and Dean stared at each other, another silent conversation brewing between them. Once again, it was Dean who conceded, allowing his little brother to go ahead of him. Sam, curious and doubtful, gazed through the door and froze in shock. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped comically.
"Dean, he wasn't lying."
"What are you talking about?"

Dean moved to stand beside his brother, thinking he was just joking with him, and peered into the box. He had expected to see three idiots crammed together inside but definitely not what awaited him. It was like a separate universe inside the box and it caused him to clench his jaw in an attempt to disguise his surprise. His eyes were showing him the truth but his mind didn't believe it was possible. Dean stepped away from the door and walked around the outside of the box to prove to himself that it was as small as it appeared. All it did was cause him even more confusion when he looked back into the box.
"Either I'm going crazy or this is some really dark hoodoo," Dean said, glancing at Sam.
"I don't think so. If this guy is telling the truth I think I know what this is. I've read about it. This is transdimensional."
"Trans-what?" Dean asked, his brow creased in thought and bemusement.
"Transdimensional. The inside and the outside are in two different dimensions."
"Or we were drugged and this is some messed up trip," Dean said but Sam had already stepped into the box.

Dean sighed, gazing back at Bobby's house thinking he was in running distance of his kind of normal. He knew what he was about to step into was out of his league but he followed his brother in anyway. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory were crowded around someone in a chair, the demon, he assumed. Sam had only gotten a few feet inside before he stopped in awe. He greedily absorbed his surroundings with a child-like expression.

The first thing Dean noticed was how orange everything was. The next was the cluttered console upon the raised glass platform. It looked like the crazy man with the box glued household items together in a failed art project. The hunter had seen a lot of strange creatures and sights in his lifetime but the blue box took the cake. Dean acted unimpressed, but he felt the exact opposite, even a bit jealous.
"So, this is a spaceship?" Dean said.
"Yes, she is," the Doctor replied without turning around.
"Huh. Cool."
"Dean Winchester, are those your lovely dulcet tones I hear?" a familiar voice asked.

Dean froze, his muscles running rigid. The hair on his arms stood on end and his anger flared. Sam heard it too, shattering his sense of wonder. They both turned in the direction of the voice, prying their eyes away from the structure around them. The three travelers felt the change in their demeanor and shot each other worried glances, looking from the brothers to the man in the chair. Sam and Dean walked over to stand in front of the chair, staring through the Doctor at the demon they were sure was sitting there.
"What said that?" Dean asked gruffly.

The Doctor stepped aside under the scrutiny of the Winchester's gazes to reveal Crowley, looking quite smug despite his situation. Dean's eyes instantly narrowed and he clenched his fists into white knuckled balls.
"It's me, buttercup," Crowley taunted. "How quickly we forget."

Dean launched himself at the helpless demon before anyone had time to react. Sam stepped forward, debating on whether or not he should stop him. Dean kept his feet outside of the Devil's Trap but had a fist curled around the lapel of Crowley's jacket. The demon wore an amused smile with a matching gleam in his eye. The gleam died when Dean pulled out a bottle of holy water and popped it open.
"I'm going to burn you from the inside out, you son of a bitch."

He made to throw the water onto him but Rory stepped in to try and hold him back. He grabbed the arm that held Crowley and wrenched his grip away, causing Dean's other arm to slosh the holy water from the bottle. It splashed across the demon's lap, making him hiss in pain as it soaked through the fabric to his skin. Crowley flinched only once and rebuilt his stoic expression.
"Get off of me!" Dean shouted, trying to shake Rory off.

The Doctor snatched the bottle from his hand and passed it to Amy before stepping in himself. The holy water dripped from Crowley onto the floor, forming a puddle around the chair. The Doctor stepped in front of Dean and the two of them forced him away from the demon. Dean fought back but the combined force of the Doctor and Rory was too much for him to fight against.
"Let me go! I'm going to kill him!"
"You can't, Dean! My friend's in there!" the Doctor roared.

Sam grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him away just as the Doctor slipped in the water. He flailed to keep his balance but his shoes found no traction. He fell, his feet scraping across the glass, and landed with a muffled thud. The Doctor looked slightly shaken but picked himself up easily with a small smile. He stood with his back to Crowley, facing four grim expressions. He face dropped in confusion until he turned around to see Crowley standing there, an emotionless grin on his face. The Doctor stepped back.
"How… how did you?"
"I'd have you to thank for that. You and your glorious inelegance," Crowley explained, pointing at his feet.
The Doctor looked down to see the puddle of holy water dyed blue with a chunk of the Devil's Trap missing. He had scratched it when he fell.
"Oh," the Doctor managed to say.

Crowley flicked his wrist, sending the Doctor flying by an unseen force into the far wall. He head was knocked hard enough that he slipped into unconsciousness as his body dropped to the floor. The other four converged on the demon but Crowley had already disappeared.
Doctor Who/Supernatural Fanfiction.

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Porridges's avatar
im really sad this happened to the doctor :(thanks